[He gives a small huff of a woof but then does his best to cover her face in wet kisses.
He shouldn't be so relieved to hear her stick to his nickname, but it rushed through him all the same. They should talk, he should turn back and accept the slight discomfort of being himself over the dog in favor of trading what information they can. Is this his Hermione who'd done her best to understand and accept him without fully knowing everything and made herself into a friend he'd valued? Or was this a different Hermione, perhaps one who knew a different him or a different reality altogether? There was no way of knowing until they could actually talk.
He pulled away from her after a moment and gently pulled on her clothes with his teeth to indicate the direction they should go: an alley not too far off the main square.]
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He shouldn't be so relieved to hear her stick to his nickname, but it rushed through him all the same. They should talk, he should turn back and accept the slight discomfort of being himself over the dog in favor of trading what information they can. Is this his Hermione who'd done her best to understand and accept him without fully knowing everything and made herself into a friend he'd valued? Or was this a different Hermione, perhaps one who knew a different him or a different reality altogether? There was no way of knowing until they could actually talk.
He pulled away from her after a moment and gently pulled on her clothes with his teeth to indicate the direction they should go: an alley not too far off the main square.]